5Verse 1I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: I gathered my myrrhe with my spice: I ate mine hony combe with mine hony, I dranke my wine with my milke: eate, O friends, drinke, and make you merie, O welbeloued.Verse 2I sleepe, but mine heart waketh, it is the voyce of my welbeloued that knocketh, saying, Open vnto mee, my sister, my loue, my doue, my vndefiled: for mine head is full of dewe, and my lockes with the droppes of the night.Verse 3I haue put off my coate, howe shall I put it on? I haue washed my feete, howe shall I defile them?Verse 4My welbeloued put in his hand by the hole of the doore, and mine heart was affectioned toward him.Verse 5I rose vp to open to my welbeloued, and mine hands did drop downe myrrhe, and my fingers pure myrrhe vpon the handels of the barre.Verse 6I opened to my welbeloued: but my welbeloued was gone, and past: mine heart was gone when hee did speake: I sought him, but I coulde not finde him: I called him, but hee answered mee not.Verse 7The watchmen that went about the citie, founde me: they smote me and wounded me: the watchmen of the walles tooke away my vaile from me.Verse 8I charge you, O daughters of Ierusalem, if you finde my welbeloued, that you tell him that I am sicke of loue.Verse 9O the fairest among women, what is thy welbeloued more then other welbeloued? what is thy welbeloued more then another louer, that thou doest so charge vs?Verse 10My welbeloued is white and ruddie, the chiefest of ten thousand.Verse 11His head is as fine golde, his lockes curled, and blacke as a rauen.Verse 12His eyes are like doues vpon the riuers of waters, which are washt with milke, and remaine by the full vessels.Verse 13His cheekes are as a bedde of spices, and as sweete flowres, and his lippes like lilies dropping downe pure myrrhe.Verse 14His hands as rings of gold set with the chrysolite, his belly like white yuorie couered with saphirs.Verse 15His legges are as pillars of marble, set vpon sockets of fine golde: his countenance as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.Verse 16His mouth is as sweete thinges, and hee is wholy delectable: this is my welbeloued, and this is my louer, O daughters of Ierusalem.Verse 17O the fairest among women, whither is thy welbeloued gone? whither is thy welbeloued turned aside, that we may seeke him with thee?
Song of Solomon 5 — GNV
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